Wolf's Poison?

I'm a werewolf!? Wait, no, the original owner wasn't a werewolf. It's because I was bitten by that werewolf yesterday! So, I've been infected... by wolf's poison?

Glen quickly gathered his thoughts and understood everything, unable to help but let out a bitter smile. He thought to himself: Who knows if this is a blessing or a curse?

From the memories he inherited, Glen knew that werewolves, vampires, and demons were all considered evil creatures by various kingdoms. They were hunted by organizations like the Knight Templars and Mage Alliances. The danger was clear.

Well, whatever. I'll take it one step at a time. It's not a big deal... not a big deal at all, Glen comforted himself, then turned his attention back to the wild beast beneath him.

If any other werewolf were to see this scene, they would be in disbelief. Usually, after transforming, a werewolf loses almost all rationality, becoming nothing more than a mindless killer. Even the most talented werewolves can only maintain a little control after extensive training.

But Glen, having transformed for the first time, was completely calm. This was almost unheard of.

However, this was due to the experiences from his past life, which had forged an extraordinary level of self-discipline and willpower far beyond the average person.

Though the bloodlust gnawed at his sanity, he was able to endure it completely.

Of course, this world was not lacking in people with exceptional willpower, but none of them were werewolves.

In this world, werewolves, vampires, and similar creatures were quite rare, mainly because they were hunted so relentlessly.

Although the remaining werewolves were slowly gathering, they still couldn't compare to the major powers.

The wild beast was now fully subdued, completely surrendering to Glen, offering no resistance, and behaving as obediently as a dog.

Glen raised his claws high, intending to end the beast's life. But he hesitated at the last moment.

It wasn't out of mercy, but rather a consideration of the pros and cons. Some instinct inside him told him that he could completely control the beast. It felt as if his bloodline was telling him this.

Was it a werewolf's innate talent? Or the beast's own talent?

Killing the beast would bring no loss, but also no gain. However, if he tamed it, it could be used as cannon fodder... Glen quickly made a decision and released the beast.

At the same time, Glen established some kind of connection with the beast, allowing him to issue clear commands.

It's amazing... Glen thought, about to quietly express his amazement, but the words turned into a deep, animalistic growl.

Can't speak? He touched his throat, briefly controlling the changes in the wolf's poison in his veins. His throat twitched a few times.

Then, a demonic voice emerged, "Done."

The beast crouched at Glen's feet, not daring to move unless ordered.

Glen closed his eyes and focused on his body, realizing that after transforming, the wolf's poison emitted a kind of energy, stimulating his physical changes and spreading through more blood vessels.

Before the transformation, this wolf's poison was scattered throughout his veins. But after the transformation, the poison became more active, expanding and spreading further.

He could feel that he had complete control over this wolf's poison. He even thought that if he wanted to, he could eliminate all the poison in his body at any time.

"Is this ability something all werewolves have, or is it just me?" he couldn't help but wonder.

Since the wolf's poison changed his body through these changes, he wondered what would happen if he filled all his blood vessels with it?

After a long hesitation, Glen decided to try.

With a thought, he activated the wolf's poison inside him, sending it rushing toward the blood vessels that had yet to be developed.

Suddenly, the beast lying on the ground seemed to sense something. Its body trembled involuntarily, and it buried its head deep into the ground.

As the wolf's poison expanded, Glen's body transformed once again. His height increased, his muscles grew larger and more defined, and his fangs and claws emitted a solid black aura.

A violent aura spread around him, and a more bloodthirsty rage surged, pushing his reason to the edge. Yet, Glen was still able to control it.

His vision grew higher and higher, his senses sharpened to an extreme. He could even detect the movements of a mosquito from a hundred meters away.

Eventually, his strength reached the limit of what his willpower could handle. Yet, the wolf's poison had only filled about half of his blood vessels.

At this point, he stood six meters tall, his entire body enveloped in an aura that instinctively made other creatures fearful. His strength was unimaginable. The wild beast before him seemed more like a pet cat.

Even his breath had turned scorching, like that of a demonic god descending upon the world.

This... Glen barely swung a few punches, and the wind from his fists shattered several trees.

This wasn't just raw strength. He could feel that, when he punched, the surrounding air was being pulled along, which generated such tremendous force.

He sensed that his body was now draining a lot of energy, and the hunger in his stomach had become noticeable. So, he controlled the wolf's poison to help restore himself.

Transforming back into his human form, Glen stood completely naked, feeling hungry.

"This transformation is impressive, but it's tough on clothes..." Glen looked down at his naked body, a wry smile on his face.

"Go get something to eat," he ordered the beast, which was trembling and had its head buried in the ground.

The beast shook itself, then quickly ran off into the dense forest.

His body's strength had increased even more... Glen was pleasantly surprised. The strength he had now was nearly the same as when he had transformed earlier. It seemed his recent attempt had made some permanent changes to his physique. Was this the reason werewolves were physically stronger than ordinary humans?

He practiced a set of punches and became even more certain of his hypothesis.

Sitting naked on the ground covered with dry leaves, Glen noticed a subtle movement nearby.

Turning his head, he saw a one-eyed mouse nibbling on some leftover meat.

He could smell the mouse's scent and realized it resembled that of the wild beast. A guess formed in his mind.

The beast was most likely mutated by the wolf's poison, just like this mouse.

...

Moments before, after Glen had pushed his limits, a figure sleeping on a dusty bed in a three-story medieval brick house in the center of Bayek Town had its eyelids twitch. It seemed like they were about to open, but ultimately, it remained still.

...

Hours later, the beast returned, carrying a wild boar in its mouth. Glen was nearly driven mad from waiting, so he impatiently grabbed the prey from the beast and began to roast it over a fire.

Although he could eat raw meat with his current physique, he was still human at heart. He refused to return to a life of raw flesh.

Soon, the aroma of roasted meat filled the forest. The beast, watching eagerly, had its mouth watering, its nose twitching in delight.

However, Glen didn't care about it for now. He was starving and would only consider the beast's needs after satisfying his own.

In a wolf pack, the highest-ranking wolves eat first. The wild beast, aware of this hierarchy and already having witnessed Glen's true strength, dared not step out of line.

Glen devoured an entire leg of the wild boar, and by then, he was satisfied. His stomach couldn't hold more. If he transformed into a wolf again, he could eat more, but there was no need. Human form consumed less energy, and eating in wolf form would be wasteful.

He gave the beast the remaining leg and told it to hunt again if it wanted more.

Once the beast finished, Glen had it fetch a set of clothes from his house.

The concept of clothing was something he could clearly transmit to the beast's mind, thanks to their connection.

After storing the food in his home, Glen set out to the town again. He planned to spend the rest of his savings on some vegetables and pasta.

Once he had more money, he thought, he'd buy a cart...